Gao Yidao, who was sinister, looked through the bonfire on the Jaap Mountain Bundle, which was constantly beating with machine gun bullets, and saw the messy tents of the Japs reflected in it. He did not know the specific casualties of the Japs, but from the intensive firepower of the Ninth Company, Suppression, the Japs did not organize a decent counterattack, indicating that the Japs had been beaten and lost the chance to counterattack.
There are not many opportunities to beat the drowned dog, so we can't wait any longer. The opportunity like this now is good enough, so we must guard against long nights and dreams.
In the dark night, the ground was muddy and there was no road at all. In order to prevent mistakes, dozens of soldiers from the second company were asked to tie ropes on their shoes to prevent slipping.
A squad of troops outflanked the enemy to the east. Although Gao Yidao was not able to fight back many people, he was very attentive and did not want to let go of the Japanese who might escape eastward. He arranged people in advance to block the Japanese cavalry who might be converted into infantry. the way to go.
The footsteps of dozens of people running together finally became denser. Mixed with the sound of machine gun fire, it was so obvious that the Japs on the dirtbags were a little confused.
"Everyone is ready." Gao Yidao's voice was still as shocking, powerful, and high-pitched, and his voice suddenly became clear.
Amidst the clattering sound, the soldiers of the Second Company rushing in the front row yanked the bolt of their guns, and when they pushed forward, they were almost fifty meters away from the Japanese position. Under the light of the fire on the hill, their gray-black figures appeared dark. A big piece.
Captain Meng of the Qiufeng guerrilla team led about thirty soldiers, with tattered household items piled on the ground. In the gap between the trajectories of the machine guns, they shouted loudly to embolden their courage, and also launched a charge towards the flaming earthbags.
The slope to the east of the soil bag was a blind spot for machine gun fire. Under the continuous fire of machine gun bullets, the Japanese who were lucky enough to survive looked at the two teams rushing over in surprise. In the open field more than fifty meters away to the north, a group of people appeared instantly. A gray wall of people running in rows, each man holding a rifle, with a bayonet hanging on the muzzle, shining in the firelight.
In a dazed moment, the distance became about forty meters!
"beat."
Following Gao Yidao's order, a row of flames flashed out of thin air, and a row of bullets rushed out of the muzzle. The smoke behind them could not keep up with the bullets, but quickly became Dou Da, connected in a line, instantly formed a wall of gunpowder smoke. The gray military uniform that followed the gunpowder smoke and then rushed through the gunpowder smoke was pulling the bolt, and the speed was slightly slower.
"bomb."
The sound was getting closer. Based on my feeling, the enemy should be able to hear the sound at about thirty meters, which is the best bomb-dropping distance!
Listening to the sound that seemed to come from hell, the Japs subconsciously pointed their guns at the gray military uniforms charging towards them and pulled the trigger. Due to the terrain, the Japs who could shoot to the north were not actually able to fire. many.
There were several gaps in the human wall that rushed over, but there was still a human wall behind it. The human wall in front was holding a rifle, and the human wall behind was throwing grenades. Suddenly... the sound rushed into the sky, pulling Pulling out strips of light green smoke, with occasional fire trails, they flew toward the Japs high ground and the east, flying wildly and arrogantly. After reaching the highest point, they began to slowly descend.
During this gap, a second wave of bullets rained down from the wall of people in the front row. The dense crowd of Japs kept hearing miserable howls. The howls were much denser than those hit by machine gun bullets. The Japs' counterattacks made the wall of enemies A few more gaps were added.
On the soil bag, a fire suddenly set off among the Japs, and the smoke and the bodies of the Japs, or just a part of the bodies, mixed with the bloody soil, scattered in all directions, and in just two seconds, they were all mixed together. The loud noises of more than thirty explosions and the sky full of blood mist and gunpowder smoke blocked the sight of all the soldiers of the Second Company.
The second wave of grenades is flying freely in the sky. They just want to get into the great achievements of their predecessors and catch a wave of autumn wind. Finally they meet with their predecessors. The second wave of explosive blood mist finally forms again. The flying grenades in the sky do not stop. The footsteps came one after another, and the sound of explosions hit the ears continuously, causing even the eardrums to feel swollen and painful.
The mountaintop exploded into a piece, and there was a continuous sound of explosions, covering the sky with a bloody smell.
Within twenty seconds, wherever the Japs made any movement, they only received two rows of bullets and nearly two hundred grenades.
"Go ahead."
Thousands of shouts of killing resounded through the night sky.
There is smoke ahead, where should we go?
The bright bayonet dazzled under the firelight, forming a bright line from east to west, carrying a chilling and cold light, quickly advancing to the east of the mound, and soon it would be pushed towards the position filled with gunpowder smoke everywhere.
The heavy machine guns in the distance stopped howling.
Before the men of the Qiufeng Guerrilla Brigade could reach the soil bunker, all the soldiers of the Second Company rushed into the gunpowder smoke.
Some Japanese soldiers who were lying around the earthbags, using the corpses of war horses to cover up the lucky ones who were still alive, were shooting desperately at the soldiers of the Second Company who were charging in the smoke. Twenty or thirty 44-horse rifles were ringing, and the fire was shining. The smoke after the explosion darkened a little. The two sides were only ten or twenty meters apart, and they could hardly see the target clearly. There was smoke and dust everywhere. Several grenades were flying towards the Japanese in the sky above where there was the sound of lances and gunshots. The soldier from the second company who was rushing in front yelled: "What a fucking mess! Didn't you see that we were charging? If you want to blow yourself up, couldn't you just throw it into your crotch?"
Roaring, roaring, the soldier who was charging towards the Japanese hiding near the corpse of the war horse hurried forward, and slid all the way to the ground like a dog chewing shit.
The Japanese Cavalry Captain held on to his command knife and struggled to sit up, trying to stand up. He didn't know how many bullets had passed through his body. Now he doesn't feel any pain at all, but he just feels that he can't use the strength below his chest. .
Gunpowder smoke came from the east, and thundering roars of killing came from the north. In the gunpowder smoke that filled the sky, he could not see anything. He could feel that the enemy was charging towards him, and was constantly approaching.
The familiar sound of the 44 carbine continued to decrease. The lieutenant squadron leader was still trying to stand up and give orders loudly, but he couldn't feel the sound coming out of his mouth. He lowered his head and looked My body, I originally thought it was just a leg injury, but what I saw was that I was empty from the chest down, but there were still some internal organs attached.
At this moment, the captain of the Japanese Lieutenant was reminded of the loach in his hometown in Hokkaido: the loach had its internal organs removed and was still jumping around in the pot.
Suddenly, a ray of cold light flashed out from the north through the gunpowder smoke. The bayonet in front of the muzzle of the gun fiercely charged at the captain. Behind the rifle was a young man with childishness. He looked absolutely the same. The ten-year-old boy, probably frightened by the scene in front of him, turned around and disappeared like a ghost. He ran as fiercely as a wolf towards the east where the shouts of killing were heard.
The cold light of bayonets, the color of blood in the air, sporadic gunshots, the screams of war horses, the smoke of gunpowder, the excitement of killing, the noisy voices, and the tearing of things gradually faded away from the lieutenant's consciousness and fell into darkness... .
